Hell Poems
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by aaa bcc3434
Continue readingdo you remember(as a child)
by Rumi Ullidov
Do you remember
As a child
When the neighbour
Pissed off
Chided you?
Did you get angry
Because he shouted
Or embarrassed
Because he was right?
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Life in Hell
by Saleh Ben Saleh
Through a long dark path the sinful walk, their souls burdened unable to talk. From neck to chin, with chains they are bonded, to the call of their Lord they unwillingly responded.
In the distance they hear the roars of hell, it welcomes its guests by ringing a bell. Their rotten flesh is all they smell, they quench their thirst from a boiling well.
In the fires of hell they eternally dwell, to the life of bliss had bid farewell. They cry out in pain and try to rebel, but the keepers of hell do swiftly quell. There flesh is stripped, right off their bone, from the intensity of pain you can hear their groan.
They scream and ask what have we done? Today you are rewarded for the sins you have won. To friends and kin feel free to call, but none of them will save your soul. Now you pay for all your sins, into damnation your journey begins.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Obedient Nonsense-Mind
by Igor Vykhovanets
The foolish sheep, from twisted schemes,
Will never break free — luck’s just dreams!
If gluttony’s his only art,
He’s blind and mute, with no true heart.
Born a beast, this sheep’s a fool,
No need for praise for such a tool.
If you hope, you’re just a clown,
In this poor world, it's all “down.”
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by Adriano Radaasdfjk
Continue readingObedient Nonsense-Mind
by Igor Vykhovanets
The foolish sheep, from twisted schemes,
Will never break free — luck’s just dreams!
If gluttony’s his only art,
He’s blind and mute, with no true heart.
Born a beast, this sheep’s a fool,
No need for praise for such a tool.
If you hope, you’re just a clown,
In this poor world, it's all “down.”
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Of Greed and Betrayal
by Igor Vykhovanets
The Punishing Sword and the Red Banner
The punishing sword, without red flags to wave,
No chants of young zealots, no slogans to save,
No fiery madness, no cult to ignite —
Alone, it’s a blade with no reason to fight.
Brute force alone won’t make devils the kings —
But wash out the brains of the dull and the weak,
And soon they'll be wielding their own brutal things,
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by aaa bcc3434
Continue readingCounterpoints
by Igor Vykhovanets
Counterpoints
Souls — just meat.
Mind — decayed.
Darkness speaks —
And fools obeyed.
Flesh in heaps,
And lies like rain.
Truth is gone —
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Train to Hell
by Igor Vykhovanets
Train to Hell
With Dante at the ticket stand,
The train to Hell is nearly boarding.
The Ninth Circle — high demand,
A traitor grabs his seat, self-lording.
The station roars: its name is "Home",
The crowd is tense, the timing brittle.
Departures roll in clouds of chrome,
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